Envy (n.) is a frenzy that cannot bear anything that belongs to others while jealousy is in some measure just and reasonable, since it merely aims at keeping something that belongs to us or we think belongs to us.
Envy (n.) is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that no one ever had the confidence to own it.
Envy (n.) is a passion so timid and shame-faced that no one ever dare avow her.
Envy (n.) is destroyed by true friendship, as flirtation by true love.
Envy (n.) is more incapable of reconciliation than hatred is.
Envy (n.) always outlives the felicity of its object.
Envy (n.) is hatred and persecution that we are exposed to much more by our good qualities than by all the ill we do.
Envy (n.) is a timid and shamefaced passion we never dare to acknowledge though we often pride ourselves on even the most criminal of passions.
Envy (n.) is more irreconcilable than hatred.
Envy (n.) is the worst of character flaws — the truest mark of being bom with great qualities is being born without envy.